Total pages in book: 63
Estimated words: 60663 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 303(@200wpm)___ 243(@250wpm)___ 202(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 60663 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 303(@200wpm)___ 243(@250wpm)___ 202(@300wpm)
“Absolutely fucking not.”
“So, she’s an Avanti.” He smirks. “Makes you crazy and insane, but you couldn’t imagine your life without her.” He chuckles. “Be prepared for the non-stop headaches and the trouble that follows them around. They know how to grab their men by the balls and take control.”
“She left,” I tell him.
“So? You’re Kyson Hunter. When haven’t you gone after what you want? Why are you still standing here talking to me? I ain’t gonna suck your dick.” He chuckles at his own words before he saunters out of the room, leaving me standing in the blue room alone.
I pull my phone out of my pocket and press call.
She doesn’t answer.
She hasn’t been replying to my text messages either.
Did she forget that I can find her, no matter where she is, no matter if she is in hiding?
Jumping onto the airline website, I book the next flight out.
I guess it’s time to meet the parents.
What the fuck is she doing to me?
Grayson is partially right, apart from the fact that she might be crazy or trouble. I think she’s more sane than anyone gives her credit for and more put together than anyone of her age, but that doesn’t surprise me with everything she’s been through.
She is strong, that one, and it makes me want to…
Oh, fuck—love her even more.
Twenty-Eight
Kalilah
I’m not sure that I ever really want to leave here again, but I know that I must. I’m an adult now, and I have a job that I like and an apartment that I haven’t fully settled into quite yet. And a man who I have news to tell.
When I first saw my parents again, we cried, and it felt like the tears would never end. They wanted to know everything, but I could only give them so much. Some things are better left unsaid. But the pieces of me I was willing to share with them, I did. About Kyson, and how he saved me, in ways that would put a parent at ease; how he was willing to help me when I was at my rock bottom. I skipped over a lot of the bad with Tony, but I think that’s for the best. Of course, they asked me about him, and I told them I was glad he was no longer in my life, and when I did my mother touched my hand and squeezed it.
She knew, she always knew, he was never right for me.
But young love is hard.
Especially when that person knows how to control you.
My father, well that was a different story. He had to walk out of the room when we spoke of Tony, and I could tell the topic of my husband upset him greatly. And I don’t blame him. When he would come back into the room he would walk over and kiss me on the top of the head and tell me how much he loved me.
It’s nice to know that no matter what, they love me.
We went to my first ultrasound to see how far along I was. The sonographer asked me why the father wasn’t there, and I wasn’t quite sure how to tell her that I hadn’t told him yet.
If I am being perfectly honest with myself, I am afraid of Kyson’s reaction.
At least, that’s what I keep telling myself.
I’m not sure if I’m more scared to admit the fact that I am pregnant out loud to him or what his reaction will be. His world is dark, and not really fit to raise a child within.
I don’t know how to tell him that either.
I don’t know how to share my thoughts with him.
I don’t think of him in any way like Tony because they’re two completely different people. I was scared of Tony. But with Kyson, I’m more afraid of hurting him, which is laughable considering who he is. He has showed me kindness, and the only other man in this world to ever do that is my father.
“Um…dear? There is a man at the door asking for you.” I get off the couch and head to the door, thinking it’s a delivery of some sort. But the only thing I’ve ordered while I’ve been here is food. “He is very handsome.” My feet freeze in place before I reach the door, and I slowly turn my head toward her.
“Does he look menacing?” I ask, and she scrunches her nose up with a slight smirk.
“I don’t think so. He was very polite.” She smiles. Okay then, that can’t be Kyson.
I get to the door and see Kyson standing there looking at me from the other side.
“Hello, love.”
“Ohh,” my mother breathes out as she reaches for the screen door and pulls it open. “You must be the father. It’s so nice to finally meet you. We had the first ultrasound the other day, and they said the baby looks healthy.” Kyson’s eyes find mine, then fall to my stomach, but he can’t see anything because it’s still quite early in the pregnancy. It takes him a moment to recover.